Lyra
ONE WEEK LATER
The car stopped in front of the pack’s court.
Today was D-day.
After his last visit, which had ended in a disaster, Liam had sent a letter agreeing to fight for custody. I should have been happy about that, but strangely, that day, staring down at the letter, I felt hollow.
I glanced out the window. The court, with its sharp pillars and banners carrying the pack’s crest, rose high against the morning sky. It looked too grand for something that could break me by the end of the day.
I swallowed.
“Are you ready?” Randall asked, his hand on my shoulder. He and Caine sat on opposite sides of me, sporting the same concerned looks on their faces.
I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell them to tell the driver to turn around. Let Liam keep Xavier. I had Rhiannon. She w
